I don’t know exactly what happened when the long leak of pre-cum turns to powerful shots of spunk into my pants, but it has to include noise and vio...ent contortions of one sort or another. When I got a video camera I was able to let it run during a pants-spunking session so I could find out exactly what did happen to me. The lovely thing then is when I’d wet myself with spunk, I could turn to the counter and buy the mag with a big wet patch on my trousers. A wet stain amongst all the crusty dry. The party was getting crowded and so I along with several people went out into the backyard of the house. I was hanging out by myself when I spotted a girl doing the same thing. We made eye contact and she smiled. I started walking over to her but before I could get there another guy moved up to chat with her. I stopped in my tracks and watched as this guy, who was really drunk, hit on her. She looked over at me and with a face expression, begged me to save her. I walked over and thanked the. There were three of them though so Bill would need to get close to have any luck. "I wish I had one of Rob's rifles," he thought as he pulled a poncho over his head. Bill remembered an old movie and how the hero used a poncho to hide his hands until he was close. He wondered in the back of his mind while he put his truck in gear if that hero was as scared as he was. Bill was trying to be quiet but he didn't need to worry. They couldn't have heard his truck over the screams of the women.Bill was. He took a recorder out of his pocket and held it up. Mark and Toby nodded. Toby knocked three times and let them in. He went in first followed by Victoria. Mark brought up the rear and held the front door to but with the lock open.The hall was long and narrow with a staircase on the right. Toby led Victoria to a room on the left at the back of the hall. Fitzmaurice was sitting in an armchair facing the door."Ah, Victoria, how nice to see you again," he said rising."You!" gasped Victoria in mock.